This morning started differently… quieter, softer, and somehow heavier. When I went to check on Baby Monkey Cici, she wasn’t her usual playful self. Normally, she jumps up, reaches out her tiny hands, and wiggles with excitement the moment she sees me. But today… she just sat there, gently clinging to her blanket.
When I picked her up, she didn’t squeal or climb onto my shoulder. Instead, Cici pressed her head against my chest like she had something she needed to say. And in her own tiny monkey way… she did. She told me everything.
Her little eyes were watery, full of something she couldn’t express with words — only feelings. The kind that hit you straight in the heart. I gently rubbed her back, and the moment I did, she let out the softest whimper… as if she’d been holding her emotions inside all night.
Cici clung to my shirt, her fingers trembling just a little. It felt like she wanted to explain why she wasn’t okay — why she needed comfort. Maybe she had a bad dream. Maybe she remembered something from her past. Or maybe she simply felt lonely when she woke up and didn’t see me right away. Baby monkeys feel everything so deeply, even the smallest moments can weigh on their tiny hearts.
I kissed the top of her head and whispered, “It’s okay, Cici. I’m here.” That’s when she finally relaxed. Her grip loosened, her breathing softened, and she curled into my arms like a newborn again. It was the sweetest, saddest moment… because even though she can’t speak, her actions told me everything she felt this morning.
After a little while, she started acting more like herself — touching my face, nibbling my fingers, and making her tiny chirping sounds. But that quiet moment… that emotional honesty… stayed with me.
Sometimes, baby monkeys don’t need words. They just need someone to listen. And today, Cici’s little heart spoke louder than ever.